Thursday, 23 March 2017

Your View: Ode to country hospitals pt II

Dear Mr Weatherill, Premier of our state
 

I’m appealing to you, before it’s too late
Show that you care about the sick and the frail
The terminally ill and the blind needing Braille
Please leave us our hospital, leave things alone
It’s not our fault that your budget is blown!

We’re shown no respect, we’re not given a say
Do you think we don’t care? Really, Mr Jay?
There’s no good news now for us country folk
You pretend that you care, but that’s just a joke
We’re already drowning in a sea of high prices
And you add to our woes with a hospital crisis!
This medical centre is the pride of our town,
Very nice and modern, far and wide it’s renowned
You’ll get rid of our hospital, doctors and nurses
At a time when fuel costs are emptying our purses
The old and the sick will have to drive to the city
They won’t survive the trip? Now ain’t that a pity!

This government’s the enemy of every small town
They don’t look upon us as a jewel in their crown
So come on everybody, let’s speak with one voice
These pollies of ours aren’t giving us a choice
They’ll leave us with nothing, no town of our own
So come next election, let’s take ’em all down!

June 2008 (and rewritten March 2017)
Jennifer Batt, Yorketown

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